Revised sonnet #349A
Two kinds of schizophrenic help you cope
Anonymized are we you learn to look
The quack undiagnosed stuck to stethoscope
The shrink unstable stuck to jotter book
Think when it came to work I was a sook
The rounds of wards a perfect pain to me
As shrink I reckon victim called in crook
Your mentor Mammon cuts in pharmacy
The drag of kings is clean its semen free
I cruise urinals rub inverts tall clits
In name of medicine I study pee
Your silent doctor dodges libel writs
Their name on malady and never cure
Im worth a dozen quacks of such Im sure
Chorus cure fix remedy
